07-07-2009, 05:16 AM
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AW Talon had been busy for a while now with target practice. He had set up targets that were between four hundred to six hundred yards away. He had them that way so he could do longer ranged targets. He was like a sniper, with a bow and a quiver of arrows. His crow feathered cloak always worn in the normal fashion habit. No one relly knows why Talon had a cloak of crow feathers. Talon knew why. He liked crows because of the dark feathers are something that he found beautiful when they shine in the sunlight. He readied his bow to go for the six hundred yard target. His arrow were always finely honed to go for the extra distance and his bow was finely made to give the shot a boost. His right aiming eye was set on the target. His patience stood silent as he stood there with the arrow drawn back on the string and his muscles held it back. He then released the string and the arrow cut through the air, hitting the target right in the middle, where it was traditionally aimed for back in the human times. |